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"Hundred dolla'!" Simon answered promptly. "Like blazes!" snapped Farwell. "You blasted, copper-hided old Shylock, I'll give you five!" Simon held out his hand. The gesture was unmistakable. "And they say an Indian doesn't know enough to vote!" said Farwell. He laid a five-dollar bill in the smoky palm. "Now get busy and earn it." Simon inspected the ground carefully.
They had been silent for some moments, when at last he ventured: "Me give fatha four dolla" and here he indicated the number with his two hands, the finger with the cream locking those of the other hand "and one blanket." Wowkle's eyes dilated. "Better keep blanket baby cold," was her ambiguous answer. Whereupon Jackrabbit emitted a low growl.
To-day's the only day in my calendar. No buy dogs till we get fish." When the negotiations fell through the Indian took the failure far more philosophically than the white men, as was natural. The old fellow could quite well get on without "eightee dolla" could even get on without the tobacco, tea, sugar, and matches represented by that sum, but the travellers could not without dogs get to Minóok.
Peetka stopped, considered, studied the scene immediately before him, and then the distant prospect. "You got dog?" He nodded. "Well, how much?" "Sixty dolla." "One dog, sixty?" He nodded. "But this man says the price is eighty for two." "My dog him Leader." After some further conversation, "Where is your dog?" demanded the Colonel. The new-comer whistled and called.
"Good Injun makeum track all same boot. Seeum Good Injun creep, creep in bushes, all time Man-that-coughs be heap kill. Yo' buy hair, buy knife, mebbyso me no tell me seeum Good Injun. Me tell, Good Injun go for jail; mebbyso killum rope." She made a horrible gesture of hanging by the neck. Afterward she grinned still more horribly. "Ketchum plenty mo' dolla, me no tell, mebbyso."
The sound of the music which, by the efforts of the frowsy-headed leader, drifted to her ears through the smoke-filled atmosphere, made the girl dream. She thought of her former Rum Alley environment and turned to regard Pete's strong protecting fists. She thought of the collar and cuff manufactory and the eternal moan of the proprietor: "What een hell do you sink I pie fife dolla a week for?
"Yessum, I sholy would," said his sister with a gleam of interest; "we ain't a gwine to miss him, wid six mo'! I'll sell him easy fo' a dolla'." There was a hurried consultation between Beth and Ethelwyn. "It's cheaper, and would leave nine dollars for Joe. Bobby could keep him one day, and Nan the next, or we could get something else for one of them. I think Nan would like him the best."
The young squaw folded her arms inside her bright, plaid shawl, and listened with an indifference bordering closely on contempt, one would judge from her masklike face. Hagar turned from berating her, and thrust out her chin at Miss Georgie. "I go. Sun go 'way, mebbyso I come. Mebbyso yo' heart bad. Me ketchum much dolla yo', me no tellum, mebbyso.
He jis’ holla out fu’ somebody bring dat hoss tu de steps, an’ him stan’in’ ’s big uz life, waitin’. I gits tu de hoss fus’, me, an’ leads ’im up, an’ he gits top dat hoss stidy like he ain’t tetch a drap, an’ he fling me big dolla.” “Whar de dolla, Mista Pierson?” enquired Betsy. “De dolla in my pocket, an’ et gwine stay dah.
"Two dollars a day," said Casey promptly. Simon looked grieved and pained. "You my tillikum," he repeated. "S'pose my tillikum work for me, me pay him five dolla'." But Casey was unmoved by this touching appeal to friendship. "I'll remember that if I ever work for you," he replied. "Two dollars and grub is plenty.